1. Sometimes I will have an opinion about an issue that—despite making sense to me in a measured, evidence-based way—seems like an opinion that only other white guys hold. When this happens, I try see where other people are coming from, and usually I can, but often it still doesn’t change my thoughts. So here’s what I do: I just don’t tell anyone about my white guy opinion. I don’t pretend to hold a different view; I don’t say anything at all about the thing. And no one ever asks! Then, after a few hours or a few days, I start to believe what I’ve always known: What I think doesn’t matter anyway and I didn’t care very much to begin with. You don’t have to write about everything! You don’t have to write about anything at all!

  2. One of the better internet things I did this year was ‘Like’ this Eminem fan group on Facebook. I’m not sure where or how I found it, but it’s been a consistent highlight of my online experience. It’s filled with memes that don’t quite get what the meme is, screenshots of people with Eminem shirts and posters, and constant requests that you ‘Like’ pictures in order to show that you like Eminem more than Justin Bieber or One Direction. The closest thing I can compare it to is a genuine version of @seinfeld2000, but with less emphasis on the spelling and grammar errors. I just noticed that the page says it’s based in Pakistan, but it could just as easily be from Peoria or Peru or a place that doesn’t start with P. The punctum is there for me, but I’m not posting this to suggest that you ‘Like’ the page yourself, as almost 3600 others have done; it’s not actually that interesting and it’s barely funny. Rather, I just want to reiterate something that I think we often forget in the era of Reddit and Twitter and websites that exist to post shareable things from Reddit and Twitter: the internet is still weird if you want it to be. It might not be as obvious as it once was—you might have to join a bodybuilding forum or dig around on Facebook or search for energy drink reviews on YouTube—but it’s there, just waiting for you to find it. And if you do find something that’s particularly good, maybe do yourself a favor: don’t tell us. 


  3. All the Books I Read in 2013

    The Woman in the Dunes – Kobo Abe

    Things Fall Apart - Chinua Achebe

    We Think the World of You - JR Ackerley 

    Speedboat - Renata Adler 

    Pitch Dark - Renata Adler 

    Oryx and Crake - Margaret Atwood

    Camera Lucida - Roland Barthes

    Wittgenstein’s Nephew – Thomas Bernhard 

    Collected Fictions - Jorge Luis Borges

    Between Parantheses - Roberto Bolaño

    Distant Star – Roberto Bolaño

    I Remember – Joe Brainard

    Watermark – Joseph Brodsky 

    Urn Burial - Thomas Browne

    Letters to Emma Bowlcut - Bill Callahan

    The Fall – Albert Camus

    Autobiography of Red – Anne Carson

    Red Doc> – Anne Carson

    What We Talk About When We Talk About Love - Raymond Carver

    All of Us: The Collected Poems – Raymond Carver

    Where There’s Love There’s Hate – Adolfo Bioy Casares and Silvina Ocampo

    Don Quixote – Miguel de Cervantes

    The Big Sleep - Raymond Chandler

    Falconer – John Cheever

    Jean Genet in Tangier – Mohamed Choukri

    Diary of a Bad Year - JM Coetzee 

    Notes from the Underground – Fyodor Dostoyevsky

    A Visit from the Goon Squad - Jennifer Egan

    The Sportswriter – Richard Ford

    Independence Day – Richard Ford

    Paris Stories – Mavis Gallant

    Ferdydurke – Witold Gombrowicz

    The Tin Drum – Gunter Grass

    Slow Homecoming - Peter Handke

    Short Letter, Long Farewell – Peter Handke 

    Don Juan – Peter Handke

    Repetition – Peter Handke

    In Love – Alfred Hayes 

    The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro 

    The Lottery and Other Stories – Shirley Jackson

    Train Dreams – Dennis Johnson

    My Struggle, Book 1: A Death in the Family – Karl Ove Knausgaard

    My Struggle, Book 2: A Man in Love - Karl Ove Knausgaard

    The Incredible Lightness of Being - Milan Kundera

    Death and the Penguin – Andrew Kurkov

    My Tender Matador - Pedro Lemebel

    Leaving the Atocha Station - Ben Lerner

    Taipei – Tao Lin

    Soul of Wood - Jakov Lind

    Tough Guys Don’t Dance – Norman Mailer

    The Skin – Curzio Malaparte 

    So Long, See You Tomorrow - William Maxwell

    Sputnik Sweetheart - Haruki Murakami

    The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle - Haruki Murakami

    The Beggar Maid – Alice Munro

    The Museum of Innocence – Orhan Pamuk

    The White House - Orhan Pamuk

    Istanbul - Orhan Pamuk

    Kiss of the Spider Woman - Manuel Puig

    The Bleeding Edge – Thomas Pynchon

    The African Shore – Rodrigo Rey Rosa

    Tenth of December - George Saunders 

    The Rings of Saturn - WG Sebald

    Unrecounted – WG Sebald

    Vertigo – WG Sebald

    By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept – Elizabeth Smart

    A Streetcar Named Desire – Tennessee Williams

    To the Finland Station – Edmund Wilson

    The Waves  - Virginia Woolf

    Bonsai – Alejandro Zambra 

    Ways of Going Home - Alejandro Zambra

    If you want to talk about any of these that’d be cool.


  4. All the Movies I Remember Watching in 2013

    I don’t really ever go to the movies (partly because I’m cheap but mostly because I don’t think it’s an enjoyable experience) and I’m rarely in the mood to watch one at home. Even still I managed to watch at least 17 this year. Next year I’m aiming to get it down to ten. Movies are too easy, you know? Books can be boring and difficult whereas even the most ‘challenging’ film on this list was not at all hard to finish. You know when people talk shit on people who say things like “I don’t own a television”? I’m trying to become that straw man. Fuck with me. Anyway, the list:


    Upstream Color**


    The Act of Killing****

    Terminator 2

    American Hustle*****


    Magic Mike******


    Happy People: A Year in the Taiga*******

    Cave of Forgotten Dreams


    Frances Ha

    Patience (After Sebald)*********


    Bad Boys

    Total Recall

    Notes after the break.

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  5. The first time I heard this song I thought Mark Kozelek was singing “Tim Moon, he died at fifty-three.” I didn’t know who Tim Moon was so I googled it and I found an unfamous man who died last year at fifty-three. He wasn’t a musician so I couldn’t figure out how Kozelek knew him (my best guess was that they grew up together), but seeing that this Tim Moon, like the guy in the song, was survived behind a wife and kids seemed to confirm that it was the right guy. 

    A few months later someone put the actual lyrics online (who are these people transcribing song lyrics? somehow the words to songs that could have been heard by a few thousand people at most are easily available online) and I found out that actually, “Tim Mooney died at fifty-three.” Tim Mooney, I learned, was a drummer in American Music Club and a longtime friend. So now I feel sorry about an extra dead guy.

  6. vicemag:

    Quartersnacks just posted numbers 20–16 in their annual 25-point New York Skateboarding Year in Review, which is consistently the most important year-end review around. If you like New York or skateboarding or skateboarders or round-ups you should definitely check it out.

  7. Mark Kozelek’s songs sometimes feel like poems, but he lets you know this one’s a short story right away: “Gustavo was an illegal immigrant.” Mark hires him to work on his house and they become friends, or friendly. Eventually Gustavo runs into a “redneck Sunnyside highway cop.” He gets deported, then calls Mark from a Tijuana payphone, asking him for money to hire a border coyote. Mark hangs up and says “I’m sorry.” His “heart is heavy.” He “feels uneasy.” There’s an interlude—Mark mentions hiring a licensed contractor who “quit ‘cause his wife was dying of cancer”—then his girlfriend asks what happened to that guy from Mexico. “I don’t give much thought to Gustavo,” Mark says, but I don’t think I believe him. Me, I think about “Gustavo” all the time.

    — Red House Painters/Sun Kil Moon frontman Mark Kozelek had a low-key amazing year, spreading out two and a half albums worth of great material over four releases. I wrote about “Gustavo,” my favorite song from his album with the Album Leaf’s Jimmy LaValle, for Myspace’s 100 Best Deep Cuts of 2013 list. Make sure you read the whole list; pretty much everyone I’ve ever met from music internet contributed.

  8. There are no words in Dirty Beaches’ “Alone At The Danube River” because there’s no one to talk to when you’re all alone. This is the sound of walking alone through a foreign city (probably at night): haunting, hypnotic and spectacularly lonely. It’s seven minutes of the most wistful guitar I’ve ever heard. A synthesizer comes in at the 4:30 mark, but it just holds one note. The song doesn’t build to anything—there’s nowhere it needs to go. In a climate of hyperbole and superlative, the sublime sometimes goes unremarked upon. Which would be a shame: This Is The Subtlest Song You’ll Hear All Year. 

    —I wrote about Dirty Beaches’ “Alone At The Danube River” for Myspace’s 100 Best Deep Cuts Of 2013 list


  9. Dupeworthy

    So I have been thinking about how the new guard of media sites seem to be having a lot of trouble with posting things that aren’t true. I feel like part of the issue is that writers for the new guard don’t realize that to many normal (i.e. non-media) people there is no distinction between old and new media, or between given news sources. These writers don’t feel like they need to fact check because they don’t think of their sites as being as serious as the Times or Reuters, and they probably don’t even think of themselves as reporters. There’s an us vs. them/underdog mentality. The Times is a corporation; a website is a few dozen people in an office with the boss in the next room. “I’m just a struggling 20-something posting something that I wrote in 15 minutes, and once I’ve posted that I’ve got to post another thing.” This feeling persists (and they’re not necessarily wrong), despite evidence that these sites have sometimes surpassed their fact-checking forebearers in readership.